Me daughter bwoy-frien name Sailor
an im pass through de port like a ship
more gran-picni fi feed
an de whole a we in need
what a night what a plight
an we cyaan get a bite
me life is a stiff fight
an me cyaan believe it
me seh me cyaan believe it

Sittin on de corner wid me frien
talkin bout tings an time
me hear one voice seh
‘Who dat?’
Me seh ‘A who dat?’
‘A who a seh who dat
when me a seh who dat?’